The news spread like wildfire. Henry’s final battle became the talk of Vivaldi, as the owner of Million Gold had given the event all the publicity it needed.

‘He’s doing a good job.’

The larger the crowd, the better. The more people there were, the larger the returns would be, and in return, the amount Henry would receive will also rise exponentially.

The match was set to begin after lunch. After enjoying the sumptuous room service, Henry slowly began to make his preparations. Right after Henry had finished his lunch, Ten stopped by to check in on Henry.

“How are you feeling, Sir Henry?”

“Good.”

“That’s great.”

“What are the odds so far?”

“1:110 or so.”

“It seems that everyone is pinning their hopes on King.”

“Well, this is a gambling city. If there is a game where one can consistently win money, there’s no doubt people are gonna be attracted to it.”

It was rare to see anyone take huge risks on an underdog in a game with a highly probable outcome, no matter how much money could be made from it. Especially for a match of this caliber, between Henry and King. King had yet to taste even a single defeat, and was the sole Sword Master in the Sword Clash arena.

With a smile on his face, Henry said, “I would also like to place some bets on myself before we begin, is that fine?”

“Is that a declaration of your self-confidence? I like it.”

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